Google and Jersey

Dave, baby, it makes me sad when you can’t take what I’m saying and you don’t read it all the way through. And then the Linux bell went off as soon as I said it out loud.

Anyways, just your luck, I saw Stevie, and I have some great stories from this time and last week, actually. Most Jersey shit you’ve ever heard. His first concert was Bon Jovi. I shit you not. I said something about possible brain damage from the sheer amount of Aqua Net, and he said it was a fire hazard. He said he had a lot of girlfriends in Jersey and Philly, and he’d seen it happen more than once. Get too close to a candle and poof, their hair would go up.

And that is all anyone ever needs to know about Jersey in the ’80s.

We’ve been having a great time talking music. He still has cancer, and I had to force him to promise me he would get insurance. I explained the lymphatic system to him like he was three years old. But I also said maybe the cancer has tangled up a nerve, and maybe they’ll be able to fix it when he has the rest of the cancer removed.

I still worry that it’s spread, even though they’re thinking basal cell doesn’t usually do that. Until it does. That’s what killed my grandfather when it went to his brain. It’s the beach bums.

I don’t know. What I do know is that man has done a shit ton of acid. Dave, he’s got you beat by a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Like three thousand hits with little spaceships on them.

Ah, Jersey.

Anyways. Somehow, a page that has one view from the visitor formerly known as Todd has two documents in it with 12 downloads each. How odd, especially considering it’s not publicly known and the QR code I put in the Public Records Task Force documents was never published.

Also, I say this and I feel bad saying it because someone will change it: the first thing when me or LawyerBoy Google Dave is this.